The arrows detached from the bowstring and flew towards the attendants, and everyone was startled at the sound of the bowstring on the wall.

"Ah~." The squire screamed, and then the flag representing the Locke family flew down, and in his hand there was only half a wooden pole.

"What's going on?" James craned his neck to look over, only to see the arrows shot from the wall cut the flag in the squire's hand in two.

"Hiss~~." Locke's knights couldn't help but gasp, the city wall was two or three hundred meters away from the position of the squire, an ordinary bow and arrow could accurately hit the squire on a horse, but it was very difficult to shoot the flagpole in the hand of the squire, needless to say that the flagpole was only two fingers wide, and even the smooth wooden pole itself was almost impossible to shoot.

"I didn't expect that in this kind of rural territory, there would be a master of archery." Locke's knights couldn't help but worry secretly in their hearts, the training of an archer is not easy enough, and the appearance of an elite archer is even more difficult, not only needs to be cultivated from a young age, but also needs their own talent.

"Go back and tell James to get the army out of my land immediately or I'll kick him in the ass." Bruce glanced at Eve and secretly gave her a thumbs up, which made no one in Locke Manor dare to underestimate Glinton.

"Bastard, isn't the wooden ladder ready yet?" James looked at the flag he had dropped on the ground, and listened to Bruce's blatant provocation, which made the proud baron angry.

"Calm down, Lord Baron, he is probably provoking you, the serfs are already cutting down trees to make wooden ladders, now the important thing is to let the soldiers rest and recuperate." The knights of Locke Manor hurriedly advised James.

Although James was so angry that he wanted to climb the wall and cut off Bruce's head, he also knew that the knights were right, and the soldiers had to keep their strength sufficient, because it was no longer just an attack on the village, but a protracted siege.

"Be on the lookout." Bruce looked at the Locke soldiers who had retreated, and immediately said to the soldiers defending the city walls.

"Oooo With an axe in his hand, Danny walked on the city wall with his chest folded, shouting loudly in the direction of Mega Man, the tense and dull air between the two sides before the battle became a little disorganized by his roar.

The recruited serfs of Locke Manor saw a man as tall as an iron tower standing on the city wall, holding a sharp axe in his hand, and roaring at them loudly, the sound was as terrible as a storm on the sea, and these serfs, who had been just a group of serfs plowing the fields, could not help but tremble in their hearts.

"Tsk." Locke's red-haired knight couldn't help frowning, he didn't expect a small Glinton to hide so many heroes, and he was a little worried about the plan to attack Glinton this time.

In any case, James had already given the order to attack, and the serfs took advantage of the large numbers to cut down trees in the forest, and then made siege ladders out of thick linen rope and iron nails.

"Lord Baron, we've only made five siege ladders." Half a day passed, and the Cavaliers finally brought good news to the restless James.

"Well done, organize an immediate attack, and be sure to bring me Bruce's head before dark." James had already dismounted, and the squire spread a soft wolf's skin on the ground, and the baron sat on it, while the other attendant poured wine into the glass with a flask.

"Yes, Lord Baron." As soon as the knights bowed to the baron, they began to select the serfs and sergeants who attacked in the first wave.

Bruce was now sitting in the middle of the tower against the wall, sitting on a barrel with his eyes closed, with the Valian's Sword on his lap, and Shield Splitter Danny walked in with an axe, just in time to see the sword.

"Ahem." Shield Splitter Danny coughed softly, and Bruce opened his eyes, just in time to see Danny's gaze at the sword.

"This was originally your sword." Bruce picked up the sword and said to Shield Splitter.

"It's a good sword!" Shield Splitter Danny said, looking at the sword.

"Do you want to go back?" Bruce asked, staring at him.

"Haha, you misunderstood, this sword will choose its own master, since it has chosen you, it belongs to you." Splitting Shield Danny puffed out his chest and said proudly.

"Huh? Choose, oh no, this is the loot I captured from you. Bruce was a little puzzled when he heard this, he thought that Danny had amnesia, and quickly reminded him.

"No, you don't understand, it's yours anyway." Splitter Danny shook his big head, his dirty gray-blonde hair braided into tiny braids that would shake with him when he shook his head.

"I~." Bruce was about to ask about the sword when he heard the sound of the snare drum, his brow furrowed, and he stood up from the barrel.

"My lord, the people of Locke Manor are attacking." Eve ran in from outside and said to Bruce.

At this time, the lord's house was crowded with women and children, including Anne, Mavis, and Monica, the wives and children of these serfs, who knew that there was a war, and although there was a tall wall to hold the enemy back, the faint sound of the snare drums still terrified them.

"Lord God save us, please protect us." The mother held her child, crying, pleading, and praying.

"What's the use of praying?" Mavis listened to the sobs that sounded from time to time in the room, and said impatiently.

"Don't say that, they're so scared." Anne said to Mavis, she looked out the window with some concern, although she didn't know if the walls built by Bruce could withstand the enemy, but Anne was calm on the surface.

"At least we have a knight to protect us, right?" Monique cautiously raised his eyes from the hood and said as he looked at Edward, who was fidgeting at the door of the lord's house.

"Just him?" Mavis couldn't help but roll her eyes, because Edward was afraid of blood, so Bruce had to send him here to protect women and children, but in fact, it was just to prevent him from fainting at the sight of blood.

"Sir Edward is a very good swordsman, he will protect us all, right?" Anne said earnestly to Edward, whose face was a little pale.

"Uh, me." Edward the Pale Knight was stunned, he also understood Bruce's intention for giving him this errand, anyway, Edward was used to people laughing at him, so he just stayed quietly at the door, ready to accept the fate given to him by the Lord God.

"By the way, I heard that he didn't lose in the barracks training ground with a hostile three." A woman seemed to remember something and said to the others beside her.

"I think I've heard my old man mention it." The words of another old woman confirmed the rumors that Edward was a good swordsman, and soon the women began to discuss it, and this rumor and gossip made them forget their fears for a while.

"I~." Edward opened his mouth to justify that he was only facing two opponents, but he saw Anne's smile, and Anne winked at him, making Edward realize that this little girl was using his rumors to comfort everyone.

"Hey, are you really okay?" Mavis wasn't so easy to fool, she shuttled through the crowd to Edward's side and spoke to him.

"If I don't see blood, I'm fine." When Edward saw Mavis approaching, he instinctively moved away from the star, and when Bruce handed over the treatment of Edward's sickness to Mavis, Edward didn't have a good day.

Every day, Mavis would come to Edward's door with great interest, throw a piece of bloody stuff on him, or when he was eating, secretly hide a piece of blood sausage in his plate, watching Edward's painful vomiting and dizziness, but more and more Mavis became more and more interested, when Edward first Bruce accused Mavis of prank, Mavis said seriously that he was by constantly stimulating Edward, so that he could get used to blood, This kind of torturous rhetoric made Lord Bruce deeply satisfied, so Mavis doubled down on Edward's torment.

However, after a period of time, it had no effect except to make Edward's face paler, so Mavis, who was tired of playing, announced that Edward was hopeless, which gave Edward a breath of relief.